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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: working, chilled and clad only in his night clothes, when waking
had stolen bewilderingly over him. My uncle blamed his old age,
Wilcox afterwards said, for his slowness in recognizing both hieroglyphics
and pictorial design. Many of his questions seemed highly out
of place to his visitor, especially those which tried to connect
the latter with strange cults or societies; and Wilcox could not
understand the repeated promises of silence which he was offered
in exchange for an admission of membership in some widespread
mystical or paganly religious body. When Professor Angell became
convinced that the sculptor was indeed ignorant of any cult or
system of cryptic lore, he besieged his visitor with demands for
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